I’ll start this photo blog with the reason I started taking pictures: The view.
I had a friend once, called Ben. He was one of the happiest people I had ever met, always smiling, always looking forward to something. One day I asked him where he found his zest for life, his seemingly never-ending enthusiasm. He answered:
“Grainne, just look up sometimes. You’ll be so surprised at what you’ve been missing, if you just look up every now and then.”
I smiled and nodded, and went on my way, thinking him a bit odd. That was, until I was on my way home. I rode the city bus back to my apartment that day and instead of gazing at the sidewalks and people, I expanded my view and…well, looked up. I suddenly noticed the beautiful sculpting of the century old buildings I passed twice daily, usually staring at their dreary entranceway and peeling trim. I saw stained-glass windows and wrought iron statues next to letters, six inches high, announcing someone and his sons, who owned or built the building a hundred years earlier. I was amazed the world existed above six feet..that’s how narrow my view was. Ben helped me see that there was more to look at, more to witness and more to enjoy in the world.
Nearly a decade later I think of Ben often, as I explore the world anew with my beautiful, autistic, seven-year old boy. I hope to capture here, some of the things we learn along the way.